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Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Cleaning in bare feet

It's the strangest thing. I dust, I sweep, I vacuum and I scrub. The floor should be pristine, and yet, as soon as I step on it again in my bare feet, I manage to step on a small stone, or sand, or dog hair or whatever (don't ask). If there is one small stone like dirt item in the whole room, that's where I my foot lands. That's the problem with cleaning in bare feet.

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Cactuses in the garden

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I am retired and spend a lot of my time alone, except for my several Boston Terriers. I have homes in Minnesota and Arizona. Escaping the piles of snow and bitter cold in winter is a luxury. Returning home to Minnesota each spring is a privilege. Having loving family in Arizona and caring friends in Minnesota is priceless.